When I was growing up, the predominant genre in comics was superheroes, and superheroes are all about dual identities. It’s all about a character negotiating between two different worlds, a superhero world and a mundane world. And I think a lot of immigrants’ kids—not just Asian-Americans—can sympathize with that, even on an unconscious level. A lot of us grew up in two different worlds, two different cultures, two different names, two different aliases, and maybe that is part of the appeal, too.
There is nothing a man has to offer a woman professionally that can’t be discussed in a public place. Nothing. If he leads you to believe that you must sleep with him, flirt with him, or be with him behind a locked hotel room door in order to climb the professional ladder, he is lying. If I, the strabismic nun, can sit here waving my 2 Eisner nominations and World Fantasy Award, and be as weird looking and over clothed as I am, then lady, there is nothing you can’t do. On your own terms, by your own merits. Wearing what you like, when you like. End of speech.
There are two markets for comic books. There’s the market for gold-plated issues with megawatt cultural significance, which sell for hundreds of thousands and sometimes millions of dollars. But that’s a very, very, very limited market. […] The entire back-issues market is essentially a Ponzi scheme, it’s been managed and run that way for 35 years.